This is a song about "Sweet perfume"

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Be the king, that was part of my dream

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Nightmare on any street

Her voice was soft and sweet,

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

While i'm making history

Well my song is sweet like adele's

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells